As the Sun Rises

As the sun rises

I’m still writing

like life depends on a certain number of words

being freed from my thoughts

that are turning to cement as the day begins.

I write,

back aching like I have lifted each word

from a deep and dark canyon past midnight

and each word on a long rope that burns as it slides to life

leaving blisters that never heal.

Bent over the laptop with fingers flying,

eyes squinting, not seeing anything, but still helplessly, hopelessly trying

I stop with the sunrise.

Gravity increases as the light reaches

the floor

making me feel vulnerable

as I watch the empty stillness beyond

dusty slats of blinds

on windows locked tight against the cold.

The sky is azure

a most beautiful, lazy word-color

that shares its feeling

with things larger than life;

God and angels perhaps,

or this, the edge of hell we glimpse

as night takes the demons away with it as it goes.

I fail to see them among growing shadows

watching and laughing at me sitting there by the window

so close I could be taken and carried away as I disappear toward bed once more

as the sun rises.

 

Reviews

[Gandré]

This was your sharing with me a personal experience and you offer a sense of on-the edge-of-dreaming, and so, I am looking down the road you've taken.
Beautiful, Mimi! Thx for your generosity when reviewing The Flowers of Snow. Love lara

[Ed Hart]

I know this space. Though I admit my fingers don't fly. But lifting those heavy words into place, like an old brick layer, and trying to get them to line up evenly (all for the sake of, what?) like good little soldiers, is a 'durance deep'; but that's the assignment. Amen.

[R J Askew]

Quite a night! Love the way you turn the process into a physicality. These are my favourite lines...
like I have lifted each word
from a deep and dark canyon past midnight

... and ...

a most beautiful, lazy word-color
that shares its feeling
with things larger than life;

[Creepy Swine Guy]

There is something very wonderful about writing as the sun rises. You have captured some of it. While much of the rest of the world sleeps, you take a moment from your toiling and enjoy the beauty that is God's handiwork ... which you've described so vividly.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Ah, what a lovely description of the writing and creative process. I would say this is one of your specialties - you write so beautifully about writing. Thank you for sharing. A true delight to read.
Love and Light,
Siddartha

[Emily B]

As the sun rises on a white and frozen world outside, I have to smile. It is good to see your words. There were so many lines and phrases that just seemed the perfect way to say the thing. I lazed around in between 'em for a little while.

I loved this.